“Why are you always holding Grandma’s hand?” she asked.
Grandpa smiled…as was his way.
“The reason we hold hands,” he answered
“goes back to that first day.”
“That first day she told me she loved me…
‘Hold my hand’ is all I could think to say
because I knew if she wasn’t holding my hand
I would have easily floated away.”
“But you’ve been married 40 years!” the young boy said.
“I guess I don’t understand.
Why, after all this time…
Why do you still hold her hand?
Grandpa looked across the room at Grandma
the wrinkles in his face turned red…
then he smiled…as was his way
“Same reason.” was all he said.
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